Don't Say No!

Do you say no to Mom or Dad?

When you are feeling a little mad?

It's time to stop your play to eat,

You come inside  "Please wipe your feet!"

You tell Mom "NO! my feet are clean!"

You sound quite stern, and very mean.

Mom looks at you and shakes her head,

"I don't think I heard what you said!"

"Did you say no to wipe your feet?

I can say no when its time to eat!

No food for you, no snack no drink!

Your belly will be hungry, what do you think?"

"Would you like me to say no to you

When you ask for help to tie your shoe?

For a hug in the morning or a kiss at night?

Do you think saying no would be alright?"

"I think that you would be very sad

If I told you no whenever you had

something you needed me to help you do,

You would not like it very much, would you?"

"I would not." you said with quiet voice

Knowing that you needed to make the right choice.

You stood for just one minute more

Then wiped your feet as you came in the door.

To my Readers:  It's ok to be angry sometimes, or not want to do something, but your Mommy and Daddy love you very, very much and it is important to be good listeners!

Mrs. Fizzywiggle

Stick Man and the Bug

Stick Man and the Bug

It happened quite a long time ago.  around 20 years to be exact.  It was a very interesting part of my summer vacation.  A part that I will not soon forget.
I think it was around July 4th.  The summer was really hot, all the holiday picnics were in full swing on my block. The smell of grilled burgers and hot dogs was penetrating the nostrils of every person within a mile radius.  Boy was it an awesome aroma.  Made your mouth water and your stomach rumble.  Sorry, I'm getting off track here.
I was tired of the usual cheek pinching that was going on with all my older female relatives, so i decided to grab my bike and take off for a ride.
Boy was it hot.  I'm not sure how far i got before i had to stop and rest.  I found the perfect spot - in the shade under an old maple tree. Ahhhhh.  Peace and quiet.  No more cheek pinching.  Just me and the tree.  It was wonderful.  I told myself that i was just going to lay down in the grass for a minute...........

"Hey.  Hey boy!  Wake up!"  I opened my eyes and wasnt quite sure what i was looking at.  "Boy - where did you come from?" I was asked.
"um. my house?" I responded, quite confused.
I was starting to wake up a little more.  It was unusual, but i was talking to.... well, to a stick.
"What do you call yourself boy?" "he" asked
"Ben" I replied
"Well Ben - please come with me."
I got up and followed, reluctantly i might add.  He was a stick alright.  But a stick-man.  You know, like the ones you draw on a piece of paper. Everyone was a stick that i saw.  Now i KNOW that i was dreaming.  It was still a little scary, but interesting at the same time.

My Pony

This poem was the first thing I ever wrote.  I was 9 years old at the time.

My Pony

I have a little pony

His coat is silver gray.

If anyone tries to catch him,

He always runs away.

I haven't found a name for him

I hope I will someday.

I don't know what to call him now,

So how about Old Gray?

That doesn't sound very nice

And neither does Old Rusty.

How about Suncora,

Mandy, Bell or Dusty?

I think I'll stick with Dusty,

That sounds very pleasing!

Oops! I have to go now,

My little pony's sneezing!

I thank you all for reading this 

While I was thinking of a name.

You all are nice for doing that

And Dusty says just the same.

Molly's Flower

Molly's Flower

“Is it time yet Mommy?”  Molly asked

“Not yet Molly.  Why don’t you go outside and play with Buttercup for a while?”

Molly went outside to play with Buttercup like Mommy told her to.  Boy did she love Buttercup.  He was a big yellowy colored dog that Mommy and Daddy called a golden-treever. Molly remembered when Daddybrought him home.  Daddy asked Molly what name would be good for him.  Molly thought for a minute and came up with a very special name for her new puppy.

  “He is Buttercup, Daddy!”

 “Buttercup” earned his name because he was yellow and Molly loved yellow because it was the color of so many beautiful flowers.

Molly picked up a ball and started throwing it to Buttercup.  Playing catch was one of their favorite games.  Molly would throw the ball and he would bounce after it, pick it up and would always bring it back to Molly.  Buttercup would drop the ball at Molly’s feet hoping that she would throw it for him again.

After what seemed like they were playing catch forever, Molly decided to go into the back yard and pick some pretty flowers for Mommy. Buttercup wanted to go too, so he ran in a big circle around Molly as she jumped over sticks, twirled like a ballerina, and hopped like a bunny.  That was the fun way to get to the back yard.

When Molly finally finished dancing her way into the back yard, she saw that Daddy was outside watering the garden.. Molly didn’t really like that garden. It wasn’t pretty because there were no flowers – just yucky vegables!

Molly went to her favorite spot in the back yard under a big maple syrup tree.  She picked five beautiful flowers for Mommy, because Molly was five, called Daddylions.  At least that’s what she heard Mommy call them.  They grew around the tree all the time.

“I wonder what Mommylions look like?” she asked herself aloud. “Maybe they are the white fuzzy ones you blow away.”